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Thursday, November 25, 2004

Random Rants And Raves

Rant: December will mark 10 years I've been in my current job, and I've seen a lot of people come and go. But one particular person who I would love to see go is Esther Ampofo - or as I privately call her, Esther A Mofo. (Rimshot!) Loud, annoying, thinks she's God's gift... as opposed to Karen Vinton, a girl I liked so much I even wrote her into a Cindy Inc. ("Last Woman Standing," as the maid with the hots for Angelina Jolie... which Karen expressed in real life, even unto the two of us going to see Lara Croft: Tomb Raider - The Cradle Of Life. Not a pleasant experience apart from getting to spend two hours in close proximity to her - and the music, but that's another post). Sadly, it's Karen who quit this year and not Esther... irritating on a level of my sister's boyfriend.

Rave: Michael Giacchino. For three years, he's been providing sterling musical accompaniment to Jennifer Garner kicking butt one moments and wiggling it the next on Alias (and bless J.J. Abrams for pushing to have the inevitable albums be all score - much as I adore Buffy the Vampire Slayer, I wish Joss Whedon could have been similarly insistent regarding Christophe Beck); now he's got his first movie assignment, and with The Incredibles he scored in both senses of the term - swinging and exciting by turns. For a series that's never been more than a true cult show, its participants sure seem to be going places. (And no songs, another rarity for a Western animated feature.)

The James Horner Spot.

The Tell Them Who I Am Spot.

...is a 43-year-old guy who likes listening to film and TV music, whose days of eating entire packets of biscuits are gone thanks to the ol' diabetes, whose hair - thanks to genetics - now has a bald spot on top but who is fortunately 6'2" so it's hard to see, who enjoys the box (particularly American shows - and the often-made British claim that "we only see the best of US TV" is a fallacy as anyone who has cable will testify. I think it's Americans who only see the best of Br... I hate that term, so I refuse to sully this blog with it), who's gotten most of his friends through stories and the net, who loves writing about attractive female celebrities, who slaves at a direct mail company, and who isn't as sorry he grew up in Barbados between 1976 and 1993 as he used to be. Oh, and he doesn't seem any emotionally different from when he was 12. A man really is a child grown up, child is father of the man, and so on...